Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.